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“…When you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.” (Isaiah 43:2)

I grew up believing in Christ as far back as I can remember. My Mom recalls a conversation we had when I was about four…

I told her I remembered being on a bridge with God before I was born.

I had what many would call a “boring testimony”. I grew up a believer, strayed from church in college, and found my way back one day in my early twenties at Mars Hill Ballard. I read the Bible infrequently but had a good general knowledge of many of the stories. Even knew a few verses.

The last study I did before I got sick was on the attributes of God. Though I grew up knowing Him, I felt something was wrong with my understanding of his love. I proofed statements like, God is sovereign and God is loving, with scripture.

Unfortunately, I spent my life up until August 2012 worshiping a God that I believed loved me but also punished me whenever he wanted to. Like an abusive dad.

Reading scripture about God’s wrath and how he brings calamity further cemented this lie into my mind.

I could tell you I believed the Gospel. I did. I just couldn’t understand that God really loved me unconditionally, without stipulations.

God created me with a desire to steward the body He gave me, well. I actually believed I had control over my health. My greatest fear was, strange as it may sound, having digestive disease. I ate well, avoided undercooked foods, exercised, didn’t drink much, stayed away from drugs, took vitamins and so on.

My second pregnancy was hard. And my son, Gideon was premature. I believe this was because my health was failing.

I hadn’t realized how much I expected to be healthy.

I’m young therefore I’m healthy, I thought. Nineteen minutes after arriving at the hospital I was holding our sweet baby Gideon. It was a joyful time gazing into the eyes of my barely preemie, nearly eight pound boy. The nurses asked how I was feeling. I said I had a lot of pain in my upper right abdomen. They offered narcotics. I declined. I didn’t want to put that stuff in my body.

The pain continued.

I began to have difficulty digesting fat. I underwent a huge battery of tests and an irregular mass was found in my pancreas during a CT scan. Further imaging confirmed it wasn’t a fatty deposit or other benign mass. The weeks preceding my pancreas surgery I was very sick and restricted to a fat free diet. I was advised surgery was necessary because they couldn’t be certain that I didn’t have cancer.

Patients with pancreatic cancer have, at best, a five year post operative survival rate.

I prayed and told my husband I’d hope he’d re-marry. He would be a young widower and our boys would need a Mom. I prepared myself mentally for losing my long hair through radiation treatment. By God’s provision I went to Virginia Mason in Seattle, where they have a nationally recognized center of excellence in pancreatic surgery. The type of surgery I underwent is very rare and somewhat risky. But, my surgeon assured me whatever they ran into they would take care of. He said I would spend up to a week in the hospital then be just fine.

At that time I put a lot of faith in doctors, seeing them more as a god over my health.

I had surgery August 2, 2012 and two days later an artery from the surgical site pulled loose pumping blood into my intestines. I couldn’t sit up without blacking out. I signed an informed consent for a procedure I still don’t know the full name of.

I spent the next day in a Critical Care Unit. Because of the sensitive nature of what happened there I will just tell you, I was very humbled as I could not do even the most basic things for myself.

My surgeon had failed me, and my health had failed me too.

A lot happened between August 2012 and January 2013.

I spent 50 days inpatient at Virginia Mason, developed sepsis a handful of times, an intestinal infection called c. diff., had stomach paralysis requiring all my nutrition through a PICC line, had my faith questioned, went through opiate withdrawal twice, developed blood clots in my liver so large that my liver and spleen swole until they could be easily felt through the front of my abdomen, fevers of 102 to 103.4 for weeks on end, round the clock vomiting for 5 days straight, medical wasting, stomach ulcers, oral thrush, passing blood, medically induced anorexia, spiritual attack, blood transfusions, severe anemia and the list goes on…

I was given more medications than I can count. I suffered. I cried out to God,

“How many fires must I go through? Jesus, bring me home.”

I was prayed over several times by our community group and Pastor Bubba and Pastor Aaron. Everyone I know was praying.

So many of you prayed for our family.

Churches of people I’ve never met prayed.

Still the suffering continued.

The doctors were perplexed by my case several times.

I learned what it means to have faith:

what it REALLY means to believe when you cannot see.

I cannot say I did it gracefully on my own, but, by GOD alone. He gave me faith. During the hospital stay when they found the first clot, I had been admitted with sepsis and c. diff.

A nurse assistant I had met during a previous hospital stay came to my room and said, “I had a dream about you. God told me He will heal you here,” and she placed her right hand over her upper right abdomen.

Then the doctors found a clot in my liver. Over the next few weeks I became very ill and the clot grew aggressively then replicated. The blood specialist told me that they could not figure out why the clots in my liver were growing rapidly and that I would die within three weeks. My liver would fail and my intestines would die. I was faced with the very clear reality that the vitamins I took couldn’t save me now and the doctors certainly couldn’t either.

But, God said He would.

I looked up to heaven and said, “Ok God.” and went to sleep.

The following day after weeks of blood cultures showing no infection, one culture did. The blood specialist came back to me to tell me I had a systemic strep infection. It is treatable, I would live. I praised Jesus.

The suffering continued for a while longer.

I learned that though I had faced death a few times, I hadn’t fought for my life. I just lay pitifully weak at the foot of the Cross.

At one point I told Jesus,

“If I vomit until I die, I will STILL praise your name.” It was then that He made the vomiting stop.

I can say my testimony includes walking through fire and not being burned.

The song by Unspoken, “Who You Are” explains it well…

”You refuse forgiveness like it’s something to be earned.

But sometimes pain’s the only way that we can learn.

You can never fall too hard, so fast, so far

that you can’t get back when you lost where you are.”

Before I became sick I would have thought God makes us suffer to teach us a lesson, as punishment even though that is inconsistent with the Gospel.

Jesus paid the price for my sin so I don’t have to. God isn’t mean. He loves me without stipulations.

I can also say that through horrendous physical, emotional and spiritual suffering; God showed me His perfect love.

I now know I am a participant in my health because God wants me to be, but, ultimately he will do whatever it takes for me to be still and know that He is God. Today I still have the clots in my liver. It turns out I grew extra veins to compensate for the blockages caused by the clots. I no longer depend on morphine and dilaudid to ease severe pain. Through the suffering I learned how deeply I need God more than anything else.

I saw that he waited until the circumstances were Impossible, to deliver me, so that there would be

NO DOUBT it was Him.

I will walk away from this. I am no more deserving of God’s grace than anybody else. Nothing I did or could possibly do would have caused my illness, or stopped it from happening. It’s not punishment. It’s not about me.

It’s ALL ABOUT JESUS!

And the mass on my pancreas, it turns out was benign and won’t reoccur. And it’s only found in women so my son’s won’t have it.

Today, my testimony is this: I am Alive because of Christ!

Thank you to the many people, who brought us meals, cleaned our house, watched our boys, supported us financially, prayed fervently and witnessed God’s grace. Thank you Mars Hill Church for walking along side our family. Most of all, thank you Jesus for your abounding grace. Amen.

There’s something very significant about turning 6! Who knew?!? I anticipated planning a party, buying supplies and singing “Happy Birthday” to our boy. What I didn’t know was that he would become a Christian and learn to build Lego sets alone.

Just a week before Hank’s 6th birthday we went through the Roman’s Road with him:

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation of everyone that believeth…” Romans 1:16

“For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God…” Romans 3:23

“For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Romans: 623

“But God commented his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8

“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.” Romans 10:9

“For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” Romans 10:13

As I read each verse and paused, looking up at Hank to see what he thought, he professed with his own words that he believed.

I have both joy and trepidation for my son. He will live the rest of his life with the perfect intercessor. He will have the Word of God to rely upon. But, he will also be guaranteed suffering by which the Lord will proof his faith like silver in the fire.

Dear Sweet Hank,

As your momma, I cannot be more proud of your acceptance, belief and confession of faith in Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior. Don’t take it lightly, you will need your savior dearly at times of suffering and even in times of abounding joy. Your daddy momma and brother are here for you no matter what, to point you back to Jesus. I pray you will read the living Word of God and from it draw strength for the great purpose God has for you.

love,

Momma

On Hank’s 6th birthday, March 15th 2016, we went to Barnes and Noble bookstore and purchased The Action Bible so Hank can begin his daily discipline of reading the Word of God. I am proud of him.

Hank holding his new Bible on his 6th Birthday

The following Saturday, Hank had his birthday party as planned (despite my having recently recovered from pneumonia and three of us fighting head colds). He had a wonderful time celebrating with 10 of his good friends at the Dojo where he takes Karate. I must say I really enjoyed it too. There’s a cool joy that comes from watching your child having fun. It trumps almost every kind of joy I can think of (beside the Joy that comes from the Lord, that one wins hands down). Hank received wonderful gifts too. Among them were three lego sets.

Pardon my tangential backstory for a moment:

Several months ago, I asked Hank how he and I can connect more and he said he really likes building Lego sets with me. I took that seriously and decided I would purposely help him with his future sets. I want to do whatever I can to foster meaningful life giving relationship with my boys because I know the benefit will be more than I can measure with regards to their sense of assuredness in life. Plus, I really Super Duper love them and want to enjoy them as much as possible.

After the party we went home and started building legos. To my surprise, Hank was doing them all on his own! I was both excited for his new skill and nostalgic.

Have I missed my chance to build lego’s with him!?!?!

Thankfully, he still enjoyed me sitting by his side as I sat in awe of his ability to follow the instructions step-by-step to completion. I love him so much.

6 is significant! Hank has been maturing right before my eyes. I’ve seen him choose to be generous with his brother. When I ask him to do something, without complaint, he helps me (more and more often). He is becoming a light in this world as he learns more and more how to reflect Jesus.

Dear Jesus,

Thank you for the gift of faith. Thank you for bringing Hank to you. I am so very thankful that he will have you to rely upon all the days of his life. I pray Lord for his future family too. Please bless Hank as he grows. I pray he will one day marry a woman who loves you too and together they will see their children love and serve you. Thank you for the gift it is to be Hank’s momma. In you I am delighted and humbled. Amen.

I just listened to this video today. My heart is heavy for mankind. We HAVE to get right with Jesus. Before you brush this off as one more Bible thumping, consider what I stand to gain by telling you, you need Jesus. If I wanted to get for myself, if I were purely evil in motivation, so consumed by my own agenda

well

If I was the Devil…

I’d tell you your “Universe” talk and blatant disregard of God’s commands were good. I’d support you and sit by smiling and watching. I’d revel quietly in your agony. I’d stand by and let you destroy yourself with your ‘new truth’ and your pride. Then, when you were ruined, you couldn’t blame me because you did it to yourself.

Jesus the God of the Bible, is the way the truth and the life. Not one of us will get to God except through Jesus. I cannot omit this from my heart or withhold it from a world so desperately wallowing in filth and ignorance. So many are completely blind to the perfect completed love of Jesus. So many are striving for diety’s that do not exist or are constructs of Satan.

From the bottom of my heart I emplor you to get right with Jesus. Lay it all at his feet and seek Him for what He comnands is good. Every other compass will not sustain you, will not fulfill you.

God SPOKE all of creation into existence. What evil has God ever caused you? Search your heart, why do you hold your hurts against your creator? Take it all to him, he can handle it.

It is Finished.

Dear Jesus,

I pray for those who wander lost, especially those who think they’ve found their way without you. I pray for your protection and peace. Please rescue our nation. Amen.

Have you ever heard yourself teaching your child and learned too? Hank has been asking about my enlarged spleen and liver a lot lately. We often tell our boys to be very careful around me because I have “owies” in my tummy.

This morning while laying on the sofa snuggling with Hank, he asked me to tell him about my owies again. I explained,

“Momma has two owies. They’re kinda like water balloons that are too full. If you push on them too hard they’ll pop. Then momma will need to go to the hospital.”

Hank, “What will they do?”

Me, “They’ll open my tummy and take out the popped balloon.”

Hank, “Why?”

Me, “Well, do you reuse a popped water balloon?”

Hank, “Oh! No. Then what happens?”

Me, “Then we wait and trust God to make me better again.”

Then we went back to snuggling. I heard myself tell him we would trust God to make me better and he just accepts that. Its beautiful. But for me its tough, you see, for me that is a HUGE call to faith that I live out every day.

We ALL will have our call to faith. If only we can have faith like a child.

Matthew 18:3, “At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like a children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”

I am writing this to you as we await test results from our veterinarian. We adopted a dog named Sadie over Easter. She has been a wonderful, playful, voracious eater until recently. I suspect that she has eaten dirt that is contaminated with antifreeze. Antifreeze causes kidney failure in dogs. Now the call to faith feels big as we wait on the labs.

I am also writing this to you as my sisters’ significant other, Steve, is in the hospital with heart problems. He has been there a few days and they cannot figure out why his heart rate won’t stabilize. Add to that his white blood cell count is elevated.

THE CALL TO FAITH IS EVERYWHERE!

Why must the call be so big?

What is your call to faith?

Dear Jesus, I feel it. You are the mighty king and you can bear our burdens. You tell us to lay our burdens down and take up yours, that which you give us is light. But Lord, it doesn’t feel so easy. I want to fear. Please set my eyes on you. Help us all to have faith like a child. Amen.

Today I am sharing with you the very first devotional I have written. May God meet you right where you are today. ❤

True Hope Comes from Christ’s Strength

We don’t muster it ourselves.

We have probably all heard someone say, “I can do all things through Christ.” But do we know the verse that precedes that? What about the words that complete the phrase “I can do all things through Christ”?

Philippians 4:12-13 says,
“I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.”

Paul is writing to the Philippians from his jail cell. Imagine what he may have been experiencing? Isolation. Hunger. Pain. Sickness. And Hope!?!

When we think of Hope, can we imagine the type of Hope Paul experienced? Think of a way that you desperately need Jesus, a way that you just aren’t enough. There is hope.

I had a pancreas tumor removed in 2012. I went from being told “you’re young and healthy” to 115 pounds & wrecked by illness. I remember looking in the mirror and not recognizing myself. My doctors were at a loss. I cried out begging God for deliverance. For better circumstances. My Mom, in her wisdom said to have Faith when you cannot see. I remember the fight I had inside my body during those months of agony. Never before had I experienced my flesh at war with me and yet God seemed to keep me there. Not healing me, not letting me die. It was a hard truth to face. During that time and even to this day, I have many very dear Bible verses. God is faithful. Philippians 4:12-13 means SO much to me. I hung on every word of verse 12. When everything was stripped away, all my earthly strength and comfort, I finally intimately knew the secret of facing such things. I have been a Christian as long as I can remember. The secret isn’t becoming a Christian. The secret is Hope. The Hope of the Bible, the steadfast kind that comes when we know God sustains us and gives us strength despite all odds.

As you can see, I am still here. God has granted me partial deliverance from my physical sufferings. I can see the gift it is to remember. I look at my surgery scars and still feel pain. Because I know the secret that Paul speaks of I have Hope. Not the fleeting kind we think of when we say, “I hope tomorrow is sunny.”

Paul’s words are not a self-help statement or some type of trite pep talk. Paul is telling us of the everlasting, eternal, deep, rich, vibrant, redeeming Hope; hope in Jesus’ perfect strength.

Dear Jesus,
Help us to rest in your word. To experience your deep HOPE through the truths you teach us. Jesus, help us to lay our fears at your feet and know that we can even suffer well like Paul by knowing your steadfastness. Lord, you strengthen us, you sustain us. Jesus, because of your strength we can face all things both wonderful and tragic. Amen.

In all, our “school time” looks different day-to-day. Today we did worksheets, but I prefer to teach in context. For example, when driving next to a train loaded full with cargo containers two-high to a car, I explained to the boys how we can count by two’s. This made it easier for them to see a real-world application of this mathematical principal.

We also work collaboratively with two other family’s in a co-op that meets weekly. We teach on a rotating basis and follow this free curriculum. So far, we have all really liked it. But, in the spirit of adventure, I find myself supplementing the curriculum often.

JUST BECAUSE I CAN 🙂

Homeschooling is so RAD in this way. We can do what we want when we want.

Hank loves school because its his way of getting out of “quiet time” (nap) and doing something one-on-one with me. I prefer keeping the definition of school loose so as to incorporate real world learning and supplement with worksheets as needed. I don’t know if I’d say we are Un-Schooling , but perhaps a little.

I expect our homeschooling journey to morph and take shape as we go along through the years. I love that there’s no pressure to get it all right on the first try.

Together we are LEARNING.

We started homeschooling in September (2014). While we’ve only been at this a few months I have to say its off to a good start. I love how we can tailor it to our day.

Today the boys worked through “W is for Whale”. In this lesson we traced big “W” and baby “w”, colored a whale, and practised a worksheet on matching capital A, B, C and D to their lower case pair. Then we talked about the letter W and practised saying the “wahhh” sound several times alone and in words. I find repetition is super helpful for my boys. I don’t worry about them wiggling or getting up and sitting down a bunch at this stage.

I have VERY active boys so I feel it is unneccessary to spend our learning time focusing on mastery of impulse control (I have a neurology background and know that it’s a futile effort with such young minds). Instead, I use short and frequent phrases to bring their attention back to the task at hand. I intentionally give praise and attention in response to desirable behavior (thank B.F. Skinner and his theory on Operant Conditioning for that wisdom) and move along when I see they are no longer able to attend.

A friend of mine (who has a teaching background) told me that children can attend to a task 1 minute for each year they are old. With that in mind our focus on a given task is only 3-4 minutes! Then we move along. Its fun and pretty fast paced.

I love that today, Hank told me to leave him alone while writting his letters because he wanted to do it all by himself. Big boy! Just two weeks ago he wouldn’t try unless I did hand-over-hand with him.

I’m really enjoying leading them but letting them experience the feeling of doing things as they are ready. I don’t pressure them but I do encourage them A LOT. 😉

Dear Jesus, please help us to learn with joyful hearts. Please help me to have wisdom to teach what you want the boys to know. I pray for great mentors and above all a passion and thirst for learning. Amen.

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Once I got the design ironed out and tested thoroughly, I obtained a business license and launched Undercover Leaky Mommas on Etsy. Well, that was a year ago already. I can hardly believe the year we’ve had too. I have learned a TON about on-line sales, tax codes, sourcing, time management, pr, marketing and SEO and inventory. I’ve learned how to do my own invoicing, how to anticipate sales and trends in fashion.
I’ve just been flying full speed into a huge market and the best part?

I get to do what I set out to do:

Help other mommas!

I love that other mommas don’t have to drive somewhere with their newborn or settle for whatever’s on the shelf at their local chain store.

All they need to do is visit my shop purchase the pads they like and soon thereafter they can have Nursing Pads that Really Work!

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Dear Jesus, Thank you above all for sustaining me each day. Thank you that I get to do something that helps other mommas out. I love raising my boys and being a homemaker. I love the life you have given me. Amen.

Educated or so I thought
Asked a million questions
Questions I haven’t sought
Need I answer them?
Again and Again?
To a future man who doesn’t know
the complexities of why businesses come or go.
When this pupil becomes distraught
I the momma must enter a battle that’s already fought.
Silently my heart cries out
His words so strong
Inwardly I ask, “God what’s gone wrong?”
Rest in me, I hear so clear.
Rest in me, my dear.
Slowing down I pull into a parking spot.
Out I step.
Out my eldest boy does too.
Kneeling down to his height.
I ask why I am seeing such a sight.
He pleads for no consequence.
God’s love in my heart I give grace instead.
Sadly, I know his heart is a wreck.
Silent prayers he never hears.
While I hold back motherly tears.
The Lord’s love for us might be like this.
While we whirl out of control.
He’s quiet, heart heavy.
He knows what we need before we think we’re ready.
Rest in Him, I know I must.
In God’s sovereign love I can trust.
I trust you Jesus to always keep this treasure in your care.
Because I know that you were there.
Please grow him to be strong in faith and write on in his heart what you speak.
May he be a man of character, gentle, humble and meek.
I pray he leads many.
I pray he leads well even when there aren’t any.
Please strengthen my heavy heart to know
You are trustworthy.
So endure these heart breaking moments I must.
Knowing one day the fruit will bear.
Knowing you, Lord, will be there.

Just before Valentine’s day this year we had our usual weekly church small group meeting. This time it was a dark and rainy Wednesday evening. Bart arrived home from work especially tired. He decided to stay home with our younger boy, Gideon, while Hank and I went to group.

We celebrated Valentine’s day a little early at our small group with a white elephant gift exchange. I brought an unopened bag of whole-bean coffee and we received a starter kit and a cute little blue betta fish.

After group, Hank and I loaded our things into our new 2009 VW Jetta. Hank climbed into his car seat which was positioned behind my drivers’ side seat and I secured his seatbelts. Then I placed our new betta fish (who was in a small plastic cup at the time) into the center console cup holder. Away we went heading home around 9:40pm. All seemed fine except for being a particularly dreary evening. Having been a few weeks into a great workout routine I felt alert and well. Hank sat quietly in his seat and we drove home. The radio was off, my phone was stowed away safely in my purse. It was calm and I was driving very cautiously. (I have a very low platelet count, so I am ALWAYS cautious driving because if I get in an accident I could bleed to death.) I came to the intersection where we usually turn to go home. I stopped in the turn lane, signalled and when the road appeared clear proceeded to turn left. Once fully into the intersection something very unexpected and bizarre happened…

I heard a loud sound like metal bending and immediately we began spinning in circles. By the time the car stopped we had flown off the side of the road (God is so good) and safely up a berm. I was horrified and immediately put the car in park and turned off the engine. I called 911 and looked in front of me to read the license plate off the other car to the officer on the other line. I remember so clearly that my headlights illuminated their car but there was no light shining back at me.

They didn’t have their headlights on!

I never saw them coming. I never heard a thing until the hit. No skidding. No horn.

Nothing then WHAM!

As soon as I got off the phone with 911 I realized Hank was in the back seat crying hysterically. My heart sunk, I was horrified. My precious baby boy. I turned around and saw he was safely surrounded by his car seat and didn’t even have a scratch. I started consoling him then realized I was completely soaked in betta fish water. Our new pet had flew out of the car and his cup shattered around me. Then I saw the passenger side of our car smashed in, the side curtain airbags deployed and glass all over.

Adrenaline pumping and in horror of what had just happened I called Bart to come get us. We wound up being there for an hour while the police took their reports. Praise God, Hank seemed ok and was able to go home and go to bed. While my mother-in-law stayed home with our boys, Bart drove me to the emergency room. There I learned I had a concussion and severe whiplash. I couldn’t control my head. That is a very strange feeling!

I received a shot of morphine to ease the already severe pain and was discharged with instructions to follow-up with my doctor.

I don’t know what your experience has been with serious car accidents but up until February 12, 2014 I had none. At the time of impact the other driver was going at least 45 miles per hour!

Here’s our Jetta after the accident before it went to the junk yard.

All that damage and we walked away from it alive!

VW Jetta’s are Safe!

Dear Jesus, thank you for protecting us. Thank you that Bart wasn’t driving and Gideon wasn’t in the car. If that were the case (as it usually would be on a Wednesday night) Gideon and I would have been on the side of impact. Jesus, I believe it is in your sovereignty that Gideon and I didn’t die that night. Praise and honor and glory be to you, our mighty king. Amen.

Let me start with telling you I am so blessed. On Saturday March 15th, we celebrated Hank’s 4th birthday. I can hardly believe we were entrusted with such a precious gift and that we’ve had him for 4 years already! Where did time go? I find myself getting sentimental thinking, “Now there’s only 14 years until he’s an adult!” I am old enough now to realize that 14 years just isn’t very long.

Now that Hank is a big 4 year-old he has some new goodies to enjoy. God has been so involved in blessing Hank! My dear friend, Tiffany, sold us her son’s Lightning McQueen bike complete with training wheels. It was so cool because Gideon and I were able to pick it up while Hank was at preschool leaving him none the wiser. 🙂 I managed to hold off until Friday night when I just couldn’t take it anymore. Bart and I agreed to let Hank have his bike a day early. We went to my in-law’s home so Hank could try out his new ride on their long smooth driveway. He loves it and especially enjoys “talking shop” while standing next to it. He reminds me of his Daddy talking about trucks.

On the Big Day (Saturday) we went to Northwest Trek. Hank and Gideon love it there almost as much as us adults do! We spent the first half of the day there then headed home. At home Hank opened a few more presents: sidewalk chalk, a dinosaur bubble gun from us and a bow and arrow set, talking Lightning McQueen car and giant bubble wands from my Mom. Hank has been begging for a particular bow and arrow set from Fred Meyer for about six months. When he opened it, he was on the moon!

Life isn’t just about what we get but it sure is nice to see the gift that children are! My birthday was March 19th and I feel like Hank is my precious and slightly early birthday gift! I now feel like my birthday is nearly just another day but really enjoy seeing Hank’s excitement and enthusiasm on his special day. ❤

Dear Jesus, I pray Hank will grow big and strong. I pray he will love you and lead his family well one day. Please grant me the wisdom and strength to be the best momma I can be. Amen.

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Alive because of Christ,
Erica